TODAY I OVERHEARD A CONVERSATION ON THE BAILOUT OF WALL STREET, SO I ASKED THE GOVERNMENT WHAT ABOUT MY STREET? WHERE THE DOPEFIENDS AND DRUGDEALERS MEET. YOU SEE FREDDY STILL MACKS AND FANNIE MAE SHAKES HER FANNIE. AND MY PLAYER PARTNER WITH RED EYES ASK WOULD YOU PRAY FOR ME? IS IT A BETTER DAY FOR ME? AS I WAS FLIPPING THRU THE TUBE THE OTHER DAY. I HEARD THE DUDE SAY KILLINGS LIKE THIS GO ON EVERYDAY IN THE WINDY CITY. SAD DAY WHEN JENNIFER HUDSON NEPHEW WAS MISSING HAD ME CRYING BLUE ASKING FURIOUS WHAT THE BOYS N THE HOOD GONE DO? YOU SEE ITS 20YRS LATER AND US DOUGH BOYS KILLING OURSELF OVER THE DOUGH BOYS. WONT BOTHER TO TAKE A BOOK OFF THE SHELF MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN BROTHER ELIJAH WARNED US TO TAKE A LOOK AT OURSELF! AND MY GRANNY REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING ELSE SHE SAY BABY THE BLACKMAN IS THE DEFINITION OF HOPE YOU SEE SHE IS 84 AND SOMETIMES HER MIND COME AND GO BUT SHE KEEP REMINDING ME NOT TO LET HER SLIP AND FORGET TO GO VOTE. SHE SAY ITS TIME THEY GAVE THE BLACKMAN A CHANCE GO BARACK WITH VISIONS OF MARTIN LUTHERS MOUNTAIN TOP AND WHO SAID THESE POOR KIDS IN ALABAMA ARENT ALLOWED TO DREAM WHEN A LIFETIME THEY ARE SURROUNDED BY DOPEFIENDS YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD THE BLACK FOLKS SCREAM IN JENNA LOUISIANA/ WHAT WE WANT? FREEDOM! WHEN WE WANT IT? NOW! FROM THE CRUCIFIX OF THE JENNA 6 TO THE HIGH NOON LYNCHING OF MIKE VICK THEN T I GET TRICKED THATS WHY YOU GOTTA LOOK THAT KID IN THE EYE AND TELL HIM TO MAN UP STAND UP PULL YO PANTS UP AND DONT QUIT! GOODMORNING GHETTO I AM BOUT TO WRAP IT UP LIKE A CIGARILLO I COME WITHOUT HALOW I COME FROM WHERE ITS DO AS MOTHER SAY SO. I COME FROM WHERE DOUBT KIDS DESIRE WHICH DESTROYS HOPE THIS IS WHAT I SEE WHEN I BLOW MY SMOKE. A NEW AMERICA! THE NATIVE KID SAY TOMORROW HE WOULD BE OBAMA. YOU SEE I AM NOT TOO MUCH WORRIED ABOUT OSAMA THE TALIBAN. ITS THE YOUNG UNEDUCATED BLACKMAN WITH GUN IN HAND. YOU CAN PAY LEBRON JAMES 100 MILLION BUT COULDNT STOP MY BEAUTIFUL HIGH SCHOOL WEST END FROM LEAKING FROM THE CEILING.

Manic Depression/Bipolar

By: Price Immanuel

These thoughts are a prison

With a dismal gloomy vision

Here, there is no intermission

Only

Long suffering

Pain buffing with a spit shine

And NO these thoughts aren’t sublime

They’re a concurrent, rough turbulence

That propagates throughout my day

Here, happiness has nowhere to stay

A restraint on Joy

Cheerfulness with a Play

Maybe I should seek group therapy

As if I were a gaggle of geese

A school of fish

Deep in the Abyss

Of Lithium

Damn! I feel as if I stand Alone

I told you once before happiness has no Home

And there is a markee

On his brain that reads

Someone free him from this disease

And don’t bother in parenthesis

Can anyone save this brother from the funk?

Can anyone pull this brother from the swamp?

A bedlam of Junk

There, he stands

His father of ten tells him he’s not a Man

So then, what am I?

I guess adulthood is on standby

So he cries when he alone

Rush friends off the phone

And never answer my door

Isolation, awkwardly seems relaxing

Anti-social superstore

Anxiety at its peak

I see you, know you

And dare not to speak

Because I’m trying to allude these thoughts

And speaking to you might bring them back up

They say Joy comes in the morning

But in the morning

I morn

Longing to be reborn

To another dream

Because my dreams beat reality

And in these dreams there are no casualties

Tragedies

Or sad endings

Only Jimmy Hendrix and Kurt Cobain

Knows my pain

My brothers in this alignment

Anti-psychotic and Anti-depressant

He subscribes

Failed attempts of suicide

Yet you can’t tell

That he’s not well

Cause these things he often no reveals

Is he Bipolar?

Copyright 2010 all rights reserved

“Last Night”

by Cynthia Littleton

Last night you frightened me

You were different

You were unhinged

Drunk on Mountain Dew and Vodka

Your own Hyde formula

I knew you were a biochemist, but this I didn’t expect

to see you here, like this

in this state, it all seems so strange

You said you were an alcoholic

but you swore you were recovering

I don’t know what to say

Is there anything to say in a situation like this

I mean, it’s not like you’ll remember any of it

I think I should be mad, or atleast more mad than I am

After all I know that you lied not just once

your friend explained this pattern of behavior

had been going on for weeks, months, before Christmas

and your lie made me lie to your ex-girlfriend

Yet with all the lies I can’t seem to care

All I know is what I see here

Last night you were another person

You yelled and screamed incoherent ramblings

about everything and nothing

more extreme than your usual incoherency

Some words didn’t even sound real

though I’m sure your mind has some cosmic meaning attached

you can always attach meaning to the most meaningless chickens

And you changed completely from state to another

more frequently and with more passion

than any other time

At one point you thought you were the only one in the room

Then you forgot who you were talking to

You called me “Catherine” Who’s she?

Someone new, someone you failed to introduce

You’d think feelings of jealousy would erupt in me

and I would get up and leave

You called her a “whore”

You’d think that would set me off, send me packing out the door

You were some desperate, howling, growling demons

snarling on the binge of insanity and genius

You were my friend and now you are this

thing with pale, sick skin and hair ablaze

red fire screaching like a Phoenix

claws reaching out, limbs flailing about

like skeletal remains

But what I find most strange is not your mind so deranged

7 attention spans usually so estranged from one another

Now introduced by alcohol

all culminating in one off-off broadway performance

for only me and your friend to see

He’s bored, he’s apparently seen this play before

but me, I just stand there before this spectacle of depravity

staring silently, letting it all soak in

Waiting to see how this drama would end

Last night you frightened me…

Do it again

“Nobody Says I Love You”

by Cynthia Littleton

Nobody says “I love you” anymore

And I can’t recall where I heard it before

On TV movies the words escape reality

The only guy who ever said he loved me, tried to rape me

The words “I love you” are never said

To whoever, whenever they are most meant

Through various facial expressions and actions

Are revealed our innermost passions

Mothers often say the words

But sometimes what they feel is insecure

Fathers never seem to care

Even if the father’s there

Sometimes the roles are reversed

Mothers never say the words, despite her

Fathers love their sons and daughters

Some poor kids aren’t loved by either

Why don’t you try saying what’s on your mind

I’d be more inclined to give you the time

If you were open and honest about who you are

Let your mouth be the instrument to express your heart

Dearly beloved, here we have gathered

To witness the beginning of happily ever after

For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health

Hold onto each other to gain Eternal wealth

To remain grateful and faithful

Until death do us part

May God bless us in the end

Because we don’t know how to start

Why is it so hard, why are we playing coward

To say what’s in our hearts

We say a million things to each other and still remains

The same encircling thought that neither names

I don’t understand why the words don’t flow with ease

Maybe we’ve forgotten what “I love you” means.

“If I Were Unattractive You Wouldn’t Hear A Word I Say”

by Cynthia Littleton

The plain and pretty people hold a monopoly on the world’s attention because ugly people don’t identify with those who look like them Thank you, television Nothing makes a woman more pleased than seeing a woman heavier than her but only the insecure don’t understand why a guy would love a heavy girl instead of the prettiest Fat girls hate fat women who are brave enough to stand alone Fat guys won’t date women larger than a size 10 because of those comic book heroes and the women drawn out of proportion by guys who could never get a glance from the head cheerleader & it comes as no surprise that all the girls who identify with Christina Aguilera & sing along with all the songs written by guys they look more like & think they can be a star because they’re too shallow to be anything else & Everybody knows girls like her Everybody tells her she sounds like Amy Lee or Avril because they’re too afraid to tell her the plain ugly truth — So she has to hear it from Simon Cowell Far be it for a fat person to know their limits but let’s be realistic Just because you can you should not do a nude scene Cellulite produces a gag reflex that ruins the romance for the obese audience because none of them are able to accept the fact that everybody has it because they can’t accept themselves because nobody accepted them You won’t be taken seriously until you drop all your defenses & let yourself be frightening and pathetic It takes courage to be foolish Put your true self on full display You won’t get attention by acting just like them Nobody wants to see a fake but if you open yourself up & let all those bottled feelings out People will identify with your pain We’re all built & grow a different way Beauty is a vain & doubtful, fleeting thing & even pretty people can show ugliness at times The soul is all that matters it’s who you are inside & other tired worn out cliché lines that everybody says but nobody really lives because the truth is when it comes down to it if I were unattractive, you wouldn’t really care